obviously i was well again, and i remembered the reason of my journey to wadi ais. the turks meant to march out of medina, and sir archibald murray wanted us to attack them in professional form. it was irksome that he should come butting into our show from egypt, asking from us alien activities. yet the british were the bigger; and the arabs lived only by grace of their shadow. we were yoked to sir archibald murray, and must work with him, to the point of sacrificing our non-essential interests for his, if they would not be reconciled. at the same time we could not possibly act alike. feisal might be a free gas: sir archibald’s army, probably the most cumbrous in the world, had to be laboriously pushed forward on its belly. it was ridiculous to suppose it could keep pace with ethical conceptions as nimble as the arab movement: doubtful even if it would understand them. however, perhaps by hindering the railway we could frighten the turks off their plan to evacuate medina, and give them reason to remain in the town on the defensive: a conclusion highly serviceable to both arabs and english, though possibly neither would see it, yet.
accordingly, i wandered into abdulla’s tent, announcing my complete recovery and an ambition to do something to the hejaz railway. here were men, guns, machine-guns, explosives and automatic mines: enough for a main effort. but abdulla was apathetic. he wanted to talk about the royal families of europe, or the battle of the somme: the slow march of his own war bored him. however, sherif shakir, his cousin and second in command, was fired to enthusiasm, and secured us licence to do our worst. shakir loved the ateiba, and swore they were the best tribe on earth; so we settled to take mostly ateiba with us. then we thought we might have a mountain gun, one of the egyptian army krupp veterans, which had been sent by feisal to abdulla from wejh as a present.
shakir promised to collect the force, and we agreed that i should go in front (gently, as befitted my weakness) and search for a target. the nearest and biggest was aba el naam station. with me went raho, algerian officer in the french army, and member of bremond’s mission, a very hard-working and honest fellow. our guide was mohammed el kadhi, whose old father, dakhil-allah, hereditary lawman of the juheina, had guided the turks down to yenbo last december. mohammed was eighteen, solid and silent natured. sherif fauzan el harith, the famous warrior who had captured eshref at janbila, escorted us, with about twenty ateiba and five or six juheina adventurers.
we left on march the twenty-sixth, while sir archibald murray was attacking gaza; and rode down wadi ais; but after three hours the heat proved too much for me, and we stopped by a great sidr tree (lote or jujube, but the fruit was scarce) and rested under it the midday hours. sidr trees cast heavy shade: there was a cool east wind, and few flies. wadi ais was luxuriant with thorn trees and grass, and its air full of white butterflies and scents of wild flowers; so that we did not remount till late in the afternoon, and then did only a short march, leaving wadi ais by the right, after passing in an angle of the valley a ruined terrace and cistern. once there had been villages in this part, with the underground waters carefully employed in their frequent gardens; but now it was waste.
the following morning we had two hours’ rough riding around the spurs of jebel serd into wadi turaa, a historic valley, linked by an easy pass to wadi yenbo. we spent this midday also under a tree, near some juheina tents, where mohammed guested while we slept. then we rode on rather crookedly for two more hours, and camped after dark. by ill luck an early spring scorpion stung me severely on the left hand while i lay down to sleep. the place swelled up; and my arm became stiff and sore.
at five next morning, after a long night, we restarted, and passed through the last hills, out into the jurf, an undulating open space which ran up southward to jebel antar, a crater with a split and castellated top, making it a landmark. we turned half-right in the plain, to get under cover of the low hills which screened it from wadi hamdh, in whose bed the railway lay. behind these hills we rode southward till opposite aba el naam. there we halted to camp, close to the enemy but quite in safety. the hill-top commanded them; and we climbed it before sunset for a first view of the station.
the hill was, perhaps, six hundred feet high and steep, and i made many stages of it, resting on my way up: but the sight from the top was good. the railway was some three miles off. the station had a pair of large, two-storied houses of basalt, a circular watertower, and other buildings. there were bell-tents, huts and trenches, but no sign of guns. we could see about three hundred men in all.
we had heard that the turks patrolled their neighbourhood actively at night. a bad habit this: so we sent off two men to lie by each blockhouse, and fire a few shots after dark. the enemy, thinking it a prelude to attack, stood-to in their trenches all night, while we were comfortably sleeping; but the cold woke us early with a restless dawn wind blowing across the jurf, and singing in the great trees round our camp. as we climbed to our observation point the sun conquered the clouds and an hour later it grew very hot.
we lay like lizards in the long grass round the stones of the foremost cairn upon the hill-top, and saw the garrison parade. three hundred and ninety-nine infantry, little toy men, ran about when the bugle sounded, and formed up in stiff lines below the black building till there was more bugling: then they scattered, and after a few minutes the smoke of cooking fires went up. a herd of sheep and goats in charge of a little ragged boy issued out towards us. before he reached the foot of the hills there came a loud whistling down the valley from the north, and a tiny, picture-book train rolled slowly into view across the hollow sounding bridge and halted just outside the station, panting out white puffs of steam.
the shepherd lad held on steadily, driving his goats with shrill cries up our hill for the better pasture on the western side. we sent two juheina down behind a ridge beyond sight of the enemy, and they ran from each side and caught him. the lad was of the outcast heteym, pariahs of the desert, whose poor children were commonly sent on hire as shepherds to the tribes about them. this one cried continually, and made efforts to escape as often as he saw his goats straying uncared-for about the hill. in the end the men lost patience and tied him up roughly, when he screamed for terror that they would kill him. fauzan had great ado to make him quiet, and then questioned him about his turkish masters. but all his thoughts were for the flock: his eyes followed them miserably while the tears made edged and crooked tracks down his dirty face.
shepherds were a class apart. for the ordinary arab the hearth was a university, about which their world passed and where they heard the best talk, the news of their tribe, its poems, histories, love tales, lawsuits and bargainings. by such constant sharing in the hearth councils they grew up masters of expression, dialecticians, orators, able to sit with dignity in any gathering and never at a loss for moving words. the shepherds missed the whole of this. from infancy they followed their calling, which took them in all seasons and weathers, day and night, into the hills and condemned them to loneliness and brute company. in the wilderness, among the dry bones of nature, they grew up natural, knowing nothing of man and his affairs; hardly sane in ordinary talk; but very wise in plants, wild animals, and the habits of their own goats and sheep, whose milk was their chief sustenance. with manhood they became sullen, while a few turned dangerously savage, more animal than man, haunting the flocks, and finding the satisfaction of their adult appetites in them, to the exclusion of more licit affections.
for hours after the shepherd had been suppressed only the sun moved in our view. as it climbed we shifted our cloaks to filter its harshness, and basked in luxurious warmth. the restful hill-top gave me back something of the sense-interests which i had lost since i had been ill i was able to note once more the typical hill scenery, with its hard stone crests, its sides of bare rock, and lower slopes of loose sliding screens, packed, as the base was approached, solidly with a thin dry soil. the stone itself was glistening, yellow, sunburned stuff; metallic in ring, and brittle; splitting red or green or brown as the case might be. from every soft place sprouted thorn-bushes; and there was frequent grass, usually growing from one root in a dozen stout blades, knee-high and straw-coloured: the heads were empty ears between many-feathered arrows of silvery down. with these, and with a shorter grass, whose bottle-brush heads of pearly grey reached only to the ankle, the hill-sides were furred white and bowed themselves lowly towards us with each puff of the casual wind.
verdure it was not, but excellent pasturage; and in the valleys were bigger tufts of grass, coarse, waist-high and bright green when fresh though they soon faded to the burned yellow of ordinary me. they grew thickly in all the beds of water-ribbed sand and shingle, between the occasional thorn trees, some of which stood forty feet in height. the sidr trees, with their dry, sugary fruit, were rare. but bushes of browned tamarisk, tall broom, other varieties of coarse grass, some flowers, and everything which had thorns, flourished about our camp, and made it a rich sample of the vegetation of the hejaz highlands. only one of the plants profited ourselves, and that was the hemeid: a sorrel with fleshy heart-shaped leaves, whose pleasant acidity stayed our thirst.
at dusk we climbed down again with the goat-herd prisoner, and what we could gather of his flock. our main body would come this night; so that fauzan and i wandered out across the darkling plain till we found a pleasant gun-position in some low ridges not two thousand yards from the station. on our return, very tired, fires were burning among the trees. shakir had just arrived, and his men and ours were roasting goat-flesh contentedly. the shepherd was tied up behind my sleeping place, because he had gone frantic when his charges were unlawfully slaughtered. he refused to taste the supper; and we only forced bread and rice into him by the threat of dire punishment if he insulted our hospitality. they tried to convince him that we should take the station next day and kill his masters; but he would not be comforted, and afterwards, for fear lest he escape, had to be lashed to his tree again.
after supper shakir told me that he had brought only three hundred men instead of the agreed eight or nine hundred. however, it was his war, and therefore his tune, so we hastily modified the plans. we would not take the station; we would frighten it by a frontal artillery attack, while we mined the railway to the north and south, in the hope of trapping that halted train. accordingly we chose a party of garland-trained dynamiters who should blow up something north of the bridge at dawn, to seal that direction; while i went off with high explosive and a machine-gun with its crew to lay a mine to the south of the station, the probable direction from which the turks would seek or send help, in their emergency.
mohammed el khadi guided us to a deserted bit of line just before midnight. i dismounted and fingered its thrilling rails for the first time during the war. then, in an hour’s busy work, we laid the mine, which was a trigger action to fire into twenty pounds of blasting gelatine when the weight of the locomotive overhead deflected the metals. afterwards we posted the machine-gunners in a little bush-screened watercourse, four hundred yards from and fully commanding the spot where we hoped the train would be derailed. they were to hide there; while we went on to cut the telegraph, that isolation might persuade aba el naam to send their train for reinforcements, as our main attack developed.
so we rode another half-hour, and then turned in to the line, and again were fortunate to strike an unoccupied place. unhappily the four remaining juheina proved unable to climb a telegraph pole, and i had to struggle up it myself. it was all i could do, after my illness; and when the third wire was cut the flimsy pole shook so that i lost grip, and came slipping down the sixteen feet upon the stout shoulders of mohammed, who ran in to break my fall, and nearly got broken himself. we took a few minutes to breathe, but afterwards were able to regain our camels. eventually we arrived in camp just as the others had saddled up to go forward.
our mine-laying had taken four hours longer than we had planned and the delay put us in the dilemma either of getting no rest, or of letting the main body march without us. finally by shakir’s will we let them go, and fell down under our trees for an hour’s sleep, without which i felt i should collapse utterly. the time was just before daybreak, an hour when the uneasiness of the air affected trees and animals, and made even men-sleepers turn over sighingly. mohammed, who wanted to see the fight, awoke. to get me up he came over and cried the morning prayer-call in my ear, the raucous voice sounding battle, murder, and sudden death across my dreams. i sat up and rubbed the sand out of red-rimmed aching eyes, as we disputed vehemently of prayer and sleep. he pleaded that there was not a battle every day, and showed the cuts and bruises sustained during the night in helping me. by my blackness and blueness i could feel for him, and we rode off to catch the army, after loosing the still unhappy shepherd boy, with advice to wait for our return.
a band of trodden untidiness in a sweep of gleaming water-rounded sand showed us the way, and we arrived just as the guns opened fire. they did excellently, and crashed in all the top of one building, damaged the second, hit the pump-room, and holed the water-tank. one lucky shell caught the front waggon of the train in the siding, and it took fire furiously. this alarmed the locomotive, which uncoupled and went off southward. we watched her hungrily as she approached our mine, and when she was on it there came a soft cloud of dust and a report and she stood still. the damage was to the front part, as she was reversed and the charge had exploded late; but, while the drivers got out, and jacked up the front wheels and tinkered at them, we waited and waited in vain for the machine-gun to open fire. later we learned that the gunners, afraid of their loneliness, had packed up and marched to join us when we began shooting. half an hour after, the repaired engine went away towards jebel antar, going at a foot pace and clanking loudly; but going none the less.
our arabs worked in towards the station, under cover of the bombardment, while we gnashed our teeth at the machine-gunners. smoke clouds from the fire trucks screened the arab advance which wiped out one enemy outpost, and captured another. the turks withdrew their surviving detachments to the main position, and waited rigorously in their trenches for the assault, which they were in no better spirit to repel than we were to deliver. with our advantages in ground the place would have been a gift to us, if only we had had some of feisal’s men to charge home.
meanwhile the wood, tents and trucks in the station were burning, and the smoke was too thick for us to shoot, so we broke off the action. we had taken thirty prisoners, a mare, two camels and some more sheep; and had killed and wounded seventy of the garrison, at a cost to ourselves of one man slightly hurt. traffic was held up for three days of repair and investigation. so we did not wholly fail.
